Page 55 of Shot Through the Heart

“If the rest of your sentence doesn’t end with the words ‘fuck you,’ then we’re gonna need to have a conversation about being on different pages.”

Greyson pulls me flush against his body, stopping my pursuit to get in his pants. My hands thud against his chest and I drop my head back with a frustrated groan.

Maybe throwing a tantrum because I’m not getting dicked down isn’t exactly mature, but if you finally had your first proper orgasm in almost five years only to have the next one dangling just out of reach, you’d be on the edge too.

“Baby, I’ve barely been holding myself back from fucking you every time we’re alone.”

I frown at him. “Why the hell would you do that?”

He shrugs. “We never talked about being intimate with each other. I didn’t want to push you after we agreed to take things slow.”

Well, shit. He has a point.

“I don’t want any more misunderstandings or confusion about what’s going on.” I start mindlessly running my fingers over his chest. “So, first, I need us to agree that if either of us is uncertain about what’s going on between us, that we’ll talk about it.”

When Greyson nods, I continue, “That being said, I think there’s a difference between going slow and going with the flow. If things between us were to get physical…” I shrug. “As long as we’re communicating about what we want and how we feel, I don’t see why either of us should be holding back. Unless there’s anything medical I should be worried about?”

My cheeks flush as I slip in the vague question. I have no issues telling him that I haven’t slept with anyone else, and I wouldn’t hold it against him if he’s been with others. If I wasn’t spending every free second taking care of Harper, I might have started dating a few years ago.

Greyson tucks a finger under my chin, forcing me to look directly at him.

“There’s nothing to be worried about. The last woman I was with is currently in my arms.”

I try, and probably fail, to contain my shock.

“You mean you haven’t been with anyone else in five years?”

“Even if I wanted to, I don’t think I could have. None of them would have been you.” He adjusts his hand to cup my cheek. “It’s only ever been you, Stella.”

“For me too.” I feel the tear slide down my cheek.

He kisses me with an urgency that wasn’t there before. I reach for his shirt again and this time, he helps me remove it before switching his focus to my leggings and underwear. The second they hit the floor, he bends forward, hands gripping my thighs. I wrap them around him instinctively as our mouths clash together.

My back hits the wall behind the door and Greyson grinds himself against me, sending a shockwave of pleasure up my spine. Dry humping might have been enough when we were nineteen, but the delicious ache that’s taking hold is much more demanding now.

I slip my hand between us and attempt to get his pants the rest of the way off as he adjusts his hold to allow me access.

“Fuck, baby, I should take you upstairs. But I don’t think I can wait that long to be inside of you.” His breath hitches as I shove my hand inside his boxers and stroke him.

“Then don’t wait,” I murmur against his lips. “Please.”

Grey shifts his hold on me, supporting my weight in one arm so he can push his pants and boxers out of the way.

When his cock slips between my thighs and glides along my pussy, I don’t bother holding back the moan. He’s barely even touched me, but my body is reacting as if he’s spent hours working me up. The tip of his dick catches at my entrance and a desperate ‘yes’ escapes me.

“You have no idea how much I’ve missed your pretty sounds, baby.”

He thrusts his hips gently, slowly working his length in. By the time he’s fully sheathed inside me, I’m a panting mess of nonsensical words.

My skin buzzes, every fiber of my being accepting and anticipating the building orgasm.

“You feel like coming home.” Greyson groans, pulling out until just the tip remains before thrusting back in.

I nod, but no tangible words come out. On his next thrust, I cry out as he slams back in and freezes. I try to wiggle, needing him to move, but his fingers flex on my thighs.

“Shit, Stella. Your cunt is heaven.” He drops his head to my shoulder and leaves a gentle kiss. “I’m not wearing a condom, though.”

I shake my head, swallowing thickly and forcing a sentence to form.

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